❝Don't you see the cycle we are living in? The same repeating cycle our ancestors have lived in?❞ I yell glaring at him.
He chooses to remain silent, his eyes set in a hard glare. He's starting to get annoyed with me, but I have to help him under...
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I CAN FEEL my mouth open slightly. The shock of finding out the Dean's son's identity is enough to make my feet and arms go numb. I stand there, completely frozen while Mason regards my expression in amusement, a small smirk adorning his face. "Judging by your reaction you have heard quite a few stories about my ancestor, Lincoln Worthington."
"I –yes." I stutter out in response.
Mason nods his head thoughtfully before he gestures out one of his arm, "Well please do share, amuse me."
I roll my eyes at his cocky response. At first, he was quite stoic and I found it very difficult to comprehend some of the limited expressions he would give off. But as of right now, he has no problem expressing and showcasing his emotions openly towards me. He finds humour in the fact that I am so jaw slacked that he is a descendant of Scientist Worthington.
"Well?" He questions with a raised eyebrow.
I sigh deeply, before I begin to tell him the many tales I have heard of his ancestor. "I've heard that Scientist Worthington's children weren't his own biologically, they were the children of his girlfriend from her previous marriage. I have also heard that those children were his biologically, he and his girlfriend just never married."
Mason nods his head, the amusement on his face is still showing clearly. "I've heard a lot of stories about my ancestor, but never once have I heard one where he is not married."
"So, was he married?" I ask curiously.
Mason shrugs his shoulders, "Now I can't go spilling all of the family secrets, now can I? Where is the mystery in that?"
I roll my eyes in annoyance. I am annoyed that he made it seem as if he were going to tell me the true story and I am annoyed at myself for believing he'd tell me anything regarding his famous ancestor. "Are we done here now?" I ask, my eyes glancing towards another exit door, one I assume everyone else left through after speaking with Mason.
Mason shakes his head; his amused expression has now disappeared. The serious expression he had on when I first walked in returns, as he gestures for me to take a seat in front of his father's desk. I slowly make my way over, beginning to regain feeling in my arms and legs again. I pull out a chair and sit down before folding my hands into my lap.
"So, I previously discussed today's events with Anthony. Now I'd like to discuss them with you." Mason says, not even meeting my eyes. His eyes are elsewhere, he is looking at Roy and the girl in the corner again.
I feel too emotionally drained to call him out on it, so instead I simply comply and answer him with, "Well, my story is going to be practically the same as Anthony's."
Mason turns to look at me, a bored expression crosses his face. "Yes, I do know that, but considering this incident affects two students here at this school, we need to know both sides of the story, similar or not. The endpoint of this experiment is co-existence, it wouldn't be very fair if I didn't follow the same protocol as my father typically would for Xs now would it?"
